A letter from Jan 1st, 2022

Dear Arden, Idk if you'll still be using this FutureMe thing when you end up getting all the letters I've sent you, but it doesn't mean I'm going to stop. I've been listening to the Hamilton playlist on Spotify non-stop for a week. Get it? Non-Stop, like the song in Hamilton. Alright, that was a bad joke. I really wish I knew what I would be when I'm older. I want to be an actress or writer so badly, but Mom doesn't think I could make it and wants me to study something like business in college, so I have a "safe" future. That's not what I want though, and I wish that I could want that, so I have her approval and know that I won't be struggling right out of college. Mom also probably won't pay my tuition if I don't study something she wants so I might be screwed. Speaking of money, I want a job so badly! I'm so bored all the time just staying at the house and having to walk the dogs every few hours even if they don't need it. I need to get back to writing, but I really hope you end up getting this, you know, while alive. I want you (or technically me) to write back to at least one email about what's happened since my last email to future self. Even if you don't send it, it'll be nice to at least know I've written back. Let me know if you got a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner and if Ethan ever answered the happy birthday texts I sent for his 15th birthday. I know I broke up with him, but he said we could stay friends. And it seems like he blocked me, like a complete *******.